Chapter 414 The down-and-out bell

This bone spear is very amazing. At this moment, after integrating seven drops of blood, the canopy burst, turned into a ferocious and terrible head, and bit it fiercely.

"Buddha defeats demons! Big day glass!"

With a fluttering finger, a large area of three-life Buddha power suddenly shot out, which suddenly turned into a bright light. The glazed Buddha flame was exactly the glazed Buddha flame in the sun. These glazed Buddha flames lingered and suddenly turned into a Buddha. They sat cross-legged, with a blurred face, but there were two horrible flames in their palms, one purple, unparalleled, the other white, cold and horrible.

Daichi glazed Buddha flame, the real fire of the sun, the true fire of Taiyin, all three flames are the supreme flames that break the evil outside the way. At this time, they were perfectly integrated by Moko and hit the head of the fierce demon.

"Boom!"

The void shakes for thousands of miles, and there is a cracking state everywhere, and there are huge dark space cracks in many places. As for the yellow sand below, I don't know how much it has been transpiration and destroyed at this moment. There is a kind of yellow crystal everywhere, which is caused by the endless yellow sand being refined and concentrated.

This blow was extremely ferocious. The fierce demon's head roared sharply. With a sound of the canopy, it burst again, merged, and turned into the bone spear. However, it seemed that the light had faded a lot and suffered a heavy blow. Moke is surrounded by three-life Buddha power, and the impact of violent energy is like a rock that has not fallen for hundreds of millions of years, an ancient reef.

"Amitabha..." With a relaxed Buddha's name in his mouth, Moke is like a breeze blowing on his face, and the dust is spotless.

The reason why he stayed is to punish evil and promote good and promote the justice of Buddha, and another aspect is to verify his strength. At this moment, he is very satisfied with the results of the verification.

He Zhenyang was extremely shocked at this moment. He had already avoided it far away and sighed when he saw Moke's great power. This third son of Qing can be said to be extremely ferocious. If those means were just used, He Zhenyang thought it would be difficult to deal with, but Moke understated it and shot two Buddha powers, which was extremely powerful.

His face changed, and He Zhenyang seemed unwilling to miss this rare fighting method. Finally, he looked at the horrible ship suspended in the void with fear, held a jade charm, and continued to watch.

At this moment, the floating giant ship in the void did not move, and the violent collision energy dissipated, which could not be shaken at all. The huge golden atmosphere was swallowed, and it stood like a giant. In the huge ship, there are carved beams and painted buildings everywhere, which are magnificent, full of strong pure yang, and even mixed with a pure fairy spirit, giving people the illusion of floating.

The core of the giant ship is a magnificent ancient palace, which faintly exudes a long, old and time atmosphere. The palace is extremely luxurious and full of rare treasures. In the center, there is a throne like a ferocious giant sword. At the top sits a young man with thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, hugging his hands and holding a wide Like the huge sword of the door panel, he stared at a towering stone wall in the hall with great interest.

Not only did he look around him, but also sat two men and one woman, each with a strong breath, with strong self-confidence and destructive power.

Obviously, the four people in the field were led by young people. They stared at the stone wall carefully, and there was an extremely clear picture on it. It was the scene of Moke fighting with Mr. Qing.

"Hmm! Mr. Qingsan is really a waste. A little monk at the level of Wang Buddha can't take it. He wants to form an alliance with us and participate in the Xianyuan Conference together. It's really embarrassing! Mr. Dugu, what do you think? Pointing to the stone wall, a young man wearing a real dragon crown and covered in mystery seemed to be quite disdainful.

Hearing his words, the only beautiful woman in the field shook her head and said delicately, "Murong Blade is not the waste of the third son of Qing. This little monk is not simple! He seems to have refined a variety of Buddhist magical power, and there is no resistance. Is it possible that he is a genius from the pure land of rhinoceros Hezhou?

"This little monk is very powerful. If I'm not mistaken, it can drive the sun to be real fire, too dark and real fire! Although it is not the congenital sun that is too dark and really hot, it is also amazing. It has great potential! However, I'm afraid it's impossible for him to defeat Qing San. Don't forget why we agreed to Qing San to join the alliance..."

At this moment, the last man opened his mouth. He was tall and thin, but every piece of meat on his body was tight and strong, as condensed like black iron, containing a strong explosive power, and a dark and simple axe-shaped shadow in the middle of his eyebrows seemed to be a mark.

The three opened his mouth, and then looked at the tall young man sitting in the center again, with a forward-looking posture.

Sitting on the ferocious sword-like throne, the lonely prince's eyes were extremely sharp, staring at the stone wall in front of him, and casually spit out four words "watch its change!"

Beyond the giant ship, Moke's robe floated with a smile on his face, but he had made up his mind to make up his mind to transform the third son in front of him. At the same time, he had also been vigilant that the huge ship was extremely horrible. Among them, there seemed to be a powerful man overlooking and did not take action.

Mr. Qing San is suspended in the void, and the pure purple robe floats, and there are blood flashing on it, resisting the terrible energy impact. His heart is very cold! Shocking!

For his own strength, Mr. Qing Sanzi is very confident and has reached the peak of the disaster. If it hadn't been for the immortality Conference, he could have crossed the disaster at any time and become the position of immortals. However, he can't accept the little monk in front of him with such strength and the power of weapons.

Looking at the dusty Moke in front of him, he glanced at the sinking and empty huge ship again. Mr. Qing San's eyes suddenly flashed a gritty light, and then gritted his teeth fiercely and made a decision in an instant.

"Yin and Yang soul ball, protect my soul! The down-and-out bell, urge it with all your strength!"

In Mr. Qing's body, an airflow sphere the size of a fist was stimulated, half black and half white, slowly rotating, as if the road was hanging in the void, extremely mysterious, but extremely illusory, pure, and full of the breath of Yuanshi, surging and almost suffocating.

This black-and-white mixed sphere was stimulated. The next moment, it had completely protected the soul of Mr. Qing San, and then, as soon as his palm stretched out, a dusty bronze bell appeared. The simple, desolate, flood, long and long-lasting breath emitted, which was eye-catching.

The face showed unprecedented solemnity, and the vast demon power was surging. Mr. Qing San urged the bronze bell with all his strength and shook it.

There is no doubt that this bronze bell is a down-and-out bell!

"It's not good!"

In an instant, Moko's heart had a strong sense of uneasiness. At the same time, a strange and invisible power of terror killing the soul was already pervasive and penetrated into Moko's body.

"When! Dang! When!..."

The bell is desolate and sad, like an elegy at the end of the road. The Tibetan song resounds between heaven and earth and penetrates into everyone's souls. There is a mysterious power that destroys all souls and harvests all souls, sweeping all directions with an irresistible trend...

"Ah! Not good!"

He Zhenyang, who ran away from afar, was shocked and hurriedly urged the magic charm in his palm and wanted to escape. However, the next moment, his body trembled slightly, his face was suddenly dull, and his whole body seemed to turn into a wax figure and fell to the ground with a sound. In his body, a struggling roaring soul rushed out, like a yellow warbler entering the valley and projected into the bronze bell.

down! Depressed! As soon as the bell rings, people's soul is down!

At this moment, the downturn clock finally showed its power.